Hi Maureen;
this is a sad poem that speaks of all that can go wrong in one's life. You painted a fine picture, Maureen.
V/1 L/4 makes me wonder if the pronoun "she" (the subject) at the beginning of that line might not serve to express the thought in that first verse more fully? "she wondered how the hell she got there."
I like the title; Paindrops; it's a nice play on raindrops, or weeping windows.
It's really great to see you and your work. Take care,
Jerry
QUOTE (Maureen @ Jun 13 14, 17:32 )
PAINDROPS
Maureen Clifford @The Scribbly Bark Poet
Sunk in the depths of the darkest depression,
held in the bands of such abject despair,
lost in the mists of the utmost confusion
and wondering how the hell did she get there. (she wondered how the hell she got there)?
Rain on the roof added to the recession
she sought from reality. Life was so hard.
She struggled against the high tide of delusion
but felt she was losing in inches not yards.
There were none who saw the hard internal struggle
and none who would know of the dark thoughts within
She walked all alone over cracks in the pavement
and at times suspected that life had worn thin.
In her morass of blackness the house saw her weep,
saw the black clouds slow gather – her secrets would keep
until warm sunbeam fingers would creep once again
through the grey weeping windows dispelling the pain
of intermittent drismals like showery rain
till again she gave happy impressions.